(poem preface written July 22, 2003) In the darkness, is the light, in the light, is the darkness. Both give rise to each other, both are necessary to see the whole picture. Our knowing of form cannot exist without either.

Earlier, while eating out today, I looked around the exotic decor, seeking what might be good for the camera. I held it up, tentatively framing areas. Some pictures didn't turn out well, but I love the way the light reveals the details in this elaborately carved chair.  

In the darkness, comes the light, sometimes like thunder, sometimes gently. But come, it does - wild streak slashing through the night which does not break or through open windows softly, gently revealing - whether with a shock or slowly, we are awakened. May my eyes be open. JAL, 9-11-99